Wednesday June 27th, 2018
11:08 am
How do you feel?" Dr. Julie Wade asks her client.
"I don't know. I want to fight. Im jealous of everyone I see with parents. Im pissed but I feel...numb. That's how I feel, Julie. I feel numb but angry." Kamya replies
"Why numb?"
"I don't know why. That's just how I feel. You asked and I answered"
"Ok. Can you describe what 'numb' feels like?"
"It feels like nothing. You know what. This not for me. I don't got time for this back and forth shit." Kamya granbs her glasses from the coffee table and head towards the door.
"Come back when you're ready, Kamya." Dr. Wade says. The girl looks back at the doctor and nods her head, allowing the office door to close behind her.
This is Kamya's third attempt at therapy in 2 weeks. She hasn't eaten a real meal since the night that Janet spent time with her and speaking of Janet after that night they only spoke on the phone twice. Kamya know she's been busy lately so she didn't hold it against her.
On Monday morning she had another panic attack and broke her phone so she hasn't been able to call anyone and she has no intentions on getting the phone fixed anytime soon because she had been avoiding everyone anyways for the last week and half. Little does she know everyone is concerned about her. She reaches the car and turns on the radio.
"I tried to keep myself busy
I ran around circles
Think I made myself dizzy
I slept it away, I sexed it away
I read it away" Solange's angelic voice sang over the speakers
Kamya drives with no destination in mind. Her only thoughts being death, rage, sadness and release.
"SEX!" the 22 year old thought to herself. She'd rather sex her anger out than fight it out. She turns her car around, driving 60 in a 35 to the house of the only person who can satisfy her needs. Byron...
Pulling up to his large tan home, she notices the garage door was open showing that he's the only one in there. Perfect. She parks her car across the street and gets out heading towards the door. She runs her hands through her hair and adjusts her black spaghetti strapped one piece. Knocking in their code knock that was established at the beginning of their 'relationship'. She hears shuffling getting closer, the door swings open
"Byron I need you." She says, jumping in his arms.
The older man gives into her instantaneously, holding her up by her buttocks and carrying her into the guest room in the basement.
The ex lovers waste no time undressing one another. His 6'8, 350 lb buff stature towering over a full foot above her.
"Mya, you've lost so much weight," He says observing her body. The once 169lb girl was now 136lbs and it's noticeable.
"I don't want to crush you My."
The young lady was on the verge of tears. She doesn't need him to analyze her, she needs him to fuck her so that can forget about her reality and pent up anger even if it's just for a moment. Tired of talking, she lays on the bed spreading her legs so that he could see her freshly waxed glistening treasure.
"B, please. Take me, I need you." He bites his lip and pulls down his underwear. Pulling her by her legs to the edge of the bed he starts kissing on her frail midsection, enjoying her the taste of the warm vanilla on her skin. His tongue slides firmly from her navel to above her bikini line.
"Don't tease me, please taste me." Byron waste no time diving into the young woman's box. Licking her folds relentlessly. He hasn't had a taste of her sweet honey in 3 months and he missed it.
Kamya grips the back of his lowly shaven head pushing him further into her womanhood and bucking her hips harshly into his mouth. Taking out her frustrations on the mans tongue
"Shit baby, yeah. Right there" she moans and leans her head back. "B...I'm about to cum" she says looking down at the man feasting on her. She watches his tongue slide in and out of her while he thumbs her clit. Byron feels her muscles contract around his tongue and lifts her lower body up to his mouth eating her out with everything in him.
